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Life seems pretty…good lately. Having nothing bad to report is actually something really good to report. It’s the summer, I know. It’s warm and peaceful-what is there more to ask out of life? Sure, I used to dream of many things that are not actually things but I can no longer pretend to believe any of it will be in my reach ever. Nevertheless life’s good. I guess I don’t need much to feel content. And that is either very shallow or deeply profound. I think I prefer to go with the second option. Who’s to tell me otherwise anyway? It is when you don’t think of what you’re missing that you enjoy what you have…I hope. Not that I have many hopes left.